Novel & Cerita Zenitsu Breath Of Thunder

Uzair took a deep breath and said calmly, "Level seven supreme saint… I had underestimated you." All of a sudden, silver-colored runes appeared on his face. His body was making huge rumbling thunder sounds. Subsequently, his pupils became the shape of a thunderbolt. Making him look like he was the master of Thunderbolt and had total control of the Thunderbolt. Next, it was his turn to unleash his power at Severin and the coverage area was getting bigger and bigger. Severin felt it but did not back down. He used the light to create a shield around his body to stop the power of the thunderbolt from affecting him and just stood there relaxingly without moving.

You're going too far! "What? Do you want to touch me?" said Zeon with a cold expression. "Come on, do it then! Let's see if you die first or I do!" Then, Zeon immediately removed his shirt. All of them saw he had a string of Thunderblasts on him. Even one of them was enough to send chills down the spines of any onlookers. They were created by martial arts elites. If they detonated, even True Warriors could suffer injuries. Ordinary people would most likely be destroyed completely.

As the Thunderbolt was about to hit Slowbro, it quickly disappeared and reappeared behind Electivire and charged towards him using Zen Headbutt. Electivire quickly turned around and met Slowbro head-on with a crackling Thunder Punch, both collided and formed an enormous backlash from it, they both were pushed back a little, of course, due to Electric Terrain Electivire delt more damage to Slowbro. Lauren "That Zen Headbutt of your Slowbro is very strong, I didn't expect it to clash head-on with Electivire" Lorelei "Hmpf, I have just started" Lorelei "Slowbro use Telekinesis and send stones flying at Electivire"

“Are you part of his thunder?” The dragon seemed confused for a second, and then, with no warning, he opened his mouth, and fire shot out of his mouth. Nya grabbed the shield from behind her back and swiveled it around, dodging out of the way, but it was only after she moved that she realized the dragon wasn’t aiming the fire at her. Soldiers wearing Beelzanborg uniforms poured through the door as she moved. The dragon ignited several of them on fire before they could get their shields up.

Adrian smiled eerily. The battle had dragged on for a long time, leaving Thundura in a terrible state of mind. He was done with words and was now unleashing all his potential. Thunderclouds rolled across the sky as an even more terrifying power surged forth. As the thunder roared, Adrian let out a sharp cry and summoned a blade that floated before him. Thundura glanced at his Thunderstone, then at the seemingly unimpressive black blade in front of Adrian. He burst into wild laughter, finding Adrian’s move foolish—like trying to crush a stone with an egg.

“Yes sir!” the men replied. Once more, Zephyr laid his eyes on the books, his gaze rested on one of them. The book was covered in a layer of dust and was made of bamboo. It looked unique. “Thunderfoot?” Zephyr muttered as he opened the book, reading its contents. A wave of excitement washed over him. He excitedly flipped through the pages, carefully memorizing the technique’s intricate steps.

His snow-white locks floated around him, weightless. Unlike Atlas, he was lean, his presence carrying an unmistakable regal aura. He stepped forward, jet-black eyes locking onto Zen with a gaze heavy with mysterious intent. A flicker of cold dread crossed Zen's features upon seeing him. "Aurileus," he whispered, his composure faltering. Aurileus responded with a ball of fire, hurling it toward him. The force lifted Zen off the ground, suspending him midair for a second before slamming him back onto the floor with a thunderous thud. The ground vibrated with the impact. Zen groaned in pain.

His breath stank of cigarettes. "Let me go!" I gagged, struggling hard. The next second, the guy flew two feet back, passing out with a grunt. A familiar, cool scent hit me as someone helped me up. I looked up to see a handsome face, and tears poured out. "You left the party early," he said, his voice deep and soothing. "I got worried and checked the surveillance. I'm sorry I'm late."

The very earth under his feet seemed to groan in protest, and the acrid scent of freshly turned dirt mingled with the sharp tang of ozone, assaulting Brodi's senses as he ducked his head against the maelstrom and continued to silently advance. Above, the heavens were entirely shrouded by roiling, malignant clouds that seemed to devour any trace of starlight or moonshine. Leif and Astrid appeared to him only in the stark, searing flashes of the lightning overhead. The thunder that followed was a deafening roar, so powerful that it resonated deep within his chest, but still he stalked toward his prey. Squinting against the flying debris, he finally saw his brothers and the warriors in position

the fighting truly began. The sound of snarls, growls, and metal clashing filled The hall. It had turned into a battlefield. “Stay with me!” I yelled at Brittany, slashing through a rogue that lunged for her throat making Blood spray across the stone floor. Ryder and Kael were already in wolf form, ripping through attackers with terrifying efficiency. Bennett stood at my back, throwing knives like lightning. Then I heard Brittney let out a sickening sound that stopped me in my tracks. A sound that wasn’t a scream but something worse—a choked gasp, a whimper.